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LARA, 

A TALE. 



JACQUELINE, 

A TALE. 



LONDON: 



PRINTED FOR J^ MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET, 

By T, Davison, Whittfriars* 

1814. 



ADVERTISEMENT. 



The reader of Lara may probably regard it as a 
sequel to a poem that recently appeared : whether 
the cast of the hero's character, the turn of his 
adventures, and the general outline and colouring 
of the story, may not encourage such a suppo- 
sition, shall be left to his determination. To his 
conjecture is also referred the name of the writer, 
the knowledge of which would be of no service in 
assisting his decision on the failure or success of 
the attempt. 



P500362 



ADVERTISEMENT. 

The Poem of Jacqueline is the production 
of a different author, and is added at the request of 
the writer of the former tale, whose wish and en- 
treaty it was that it should occupy the first pages 
of the following volume ; and he regrets that the 
tenacious courtesy of his friend would not permit 
him to place it where the judgment of the reader, 
concurring with his own, will suggest its more ap* 
propriate station. 



CONTENTS- 



LARA. 

Page 

Caiito t .....*•.......... 4..*. .i...ti.*k*..*..... .«••••••••• 1 

II 49 



JACQUELINE. 

iPartI 95 

n...., i * i 107 

III.M..., 119 



NOTE. 

Canto I* page 3, line 1. 

The Serfs are glad through Lara*s wide domahu 

*' The reader is advertised that the name only of Lara being 
Spanish, and no circumstance of local or national description fix- 
ing the scene or hero of the poem to any country or age, the word 
* Serf,' which could not be correctly applied to the lower classes 
in Spain, who were never vassals of the soil, has nevertheless been 
employed to designate the followers of our fictitious chieilaiit.'* 



LARA, 

A TALE. 



CANTO I. 



LARA. 



CANTO I. 
I. 

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain* 
And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain j 
He, their unhop'd^ but unforgotten lord. 
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored: 
There be bright faces in the busy hall. 
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall ; 
Far chequering o*er the pictured window plays 
The unwonted faggots* hospitable blaze ; ^ 



4 LARA. Canto I. 

And gay retainers gather round the hearth 9 

With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth. 

IT. 

The chief of Lara is returned again : 
And why had Lara crossed the bounding main } 
Left by his sire, too young such loss to know. 
Lord of himself; — that heritage of woe. 
That fearful empire which the human breast 
But holds to rob the heart within of rest ! — 
With none to check, and few to point in time 
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime ; 
Then, when he most required commandment, then 
Had Lara's daring boyhood govern'd men. 20 

It skills not, boots not step by step to trace 
His youth through aU the mazes of its race ; 



Canto I. LARA. 5 

Short was the course his restlessness had run. 
But long enough to leave him half undone. 

III. 

And Lara left in youth his father-land 5 

But from the hour he waved his parting hand 

Each trace wax'd fainter of his course^ till all 

Had nearly ceased his memory to recall. 

His sire was dust, his vassals could declare> 

'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there ; 30 

Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew 

Cold in the many, anxious in the few. 

His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name, 

His portrait darkens in its fading frame. 

Another chief consoled his destined bride. 

The young forgot him, and the old had died ; 



6 LARA. Canto I. 

'' Yet doth he live !" exclaims the impatient heir. 
And sighs for sables which he must not wear. * '^ 
A hundred scutcheons deck with gloomy grace 
The Laras' last and longest dwelling place -, 40 

But one is absent from the mouldering file 
That now were welcome in that Gothic pile. 

IV. 

He comes at last in sudden loneliness. 

And whence they know not, why they need not guess ; 

They more might marvel, when the greeting's o'er. 

Not that he came, but came not long before : 

No train is his beyond a single page. 

Of foreign aspect, and of tender age. -^^ 

Years had roird on, and fast they speed away 

To those that wander as to those that stay ; 50 



Omto'L LARA. 7 

But lack of tidings from another clime 
Had lent a jflagging wing to weary Time. 
They see, they recognise^ yet almost deem 
The present dubious^ or the pa^t a dream. 

He lives, nor yet is past his manhood's prime. 
Though seared by toil, and something touch'd by 

time 3 
His faults, whatever they were, if scarce forgot, 
Might be untaught him by his varied lot; 
Nor good nor ill of late were known, his name 
Might yet uphold his patrimonial fame. 60 

His soul in youth was haughty, but his sins 
No more than pleasure from the stripling wins; 
And such, if not yet hardened in their course. 
Might be redeemed, nor ask a long remorse. 



8 lARA. Ccmto J. 

And they indeed were changed — 'tis quickly seen 

Whatever he be^ 'twas not what he had been ; 

That brow in furrow'd lines had fix'd at last, 

And spake of passions, but of passion past ; 

The pride, but not the fire, of early days. 

Coldness of mien, and carelessness of praise ; 70 

A high demeanour, and a glance that took 

Their thoughts from others by a single look ; 

And that sarcastic levity of tongue, 

The stinging of a heart the world hath stung. 

That darts in seeming playfulness around. 

And makes those feel that will not own the wound j 

All these seem'd his, and something more beneath 

Than glance could well reveal, or accent breathe. 

Ambition, glory, love, the common aim 

That some can conquer, and that all would claim, 80 



Canto L LARA. ^ 

Within his breast appear'd no more to strive. 
Yet seem'd as lately they had been alive ; 
And some deep feeling it were vain to trace 
At moments lightened o'er his livid face. 

VI. 

Not much he lov*d long question of the past, 

Nor told of wondrous wilds, and desarts vast 

In those far lands where he had wandered lone, 

And — as himself would have it seem — unknown : 

Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan 

Nor glean experience from his fellow man ; QO 

But what he had beheld he shunn'd to show. 

As hardly worth a stranger's care to know; 

If still more prying such enquiry grew. 

His brow fell darker, and his words more few# 



10 LARA. Canto I. 

VIT. 

Not unrejoiced to see him once again, 

Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men ;^ 

Born of high lineage, link*d in high command. 

He mingled with the Magnates of his land; 

Join'd the carousals of the great and gay. 

And saw them smile or sigh their hours away ; 100 

But still he only saw, and did not share 

The common pleasure or the general care ; 

He did not follow what they all pursued 

With hope still baffled, still to be renew'd ; 

Nor shadowy honour, nor substantial gain. 

Nor beauty's preference, and the rival's pain : 

Around him some mysterious circle thrown 

Repell'd approach, and showed him still alone ; 

Upon his eye sate something of reproof, 

That kept at least frivolity aloof ; 110 



Canto L LARA. iri 

And things more timid that beheld him near, 
In silence gaz'd, or whisper'd mutual fear j 
And they the wiser, friendlier few confessed 
They deemed him better than his air expressed. 

VIII. 

Twas strange — in youth all action and all life. 
Burning for pleasure, not averse from strife ; 
Woman — the field — the ocean — all that gave 
Promise of gladness, peril of a grave^ 
In turn he tried — he ransack'd all below, 
And found his recompence in joy or woe, 120 

No tame, trite medium ; for his feelings sought 
In that intensene&s an escape from thought: 
The tempest of his heart in scorn had gazed 
On that the feebler elements hath rais'd 5 



12 LARA. Canto J. 

The rapture of his heart had look'd on high. 
And ask'd if greater dwelt beyond the sky: 
Chain'd to excess, the slave of each extreme. 
How woke he from the wildness of that dream ? 
Alas ! he told not — but he did awake 
To curse the wither'd heart that would not break. 

IX. 

Books, for his volume heretofore was Man, 1 3 1 
With eye more curious he appeared to scan. 
And oft in sudden mood for many a day 
From all communion he would start away : 
And then, his rarely call'd attendants said. 
Through night's long hours would sound his hurried 

tread 
O'er the dark gallery, where his fathers frown'd 
In rude but antique portraiture around. 



Canto L LARA, J 3 

They heard, but whisper'd — **' thai must not be 

known — 
'* The sound of words less earthly than his own. 140 
'^ Yes^ they who chose might smile, but some had seen 
^' They scarce knew what^ but more than should 

have been. 
** Why gaz*d he so upon the ghastly head 
'' Which hands profane had gathered from the dead^ 
** That still beside his open'd volume lay, 
**^ As if to startle all save him away? 
**^ Why slept he not when others were at rest ? 
^' Why heard no music, and received no guest ? 
** All was not well they deemed— but where the 

wrong? 
^' Some knew perchance — but *twere a tale too long ; 
'^ And such besides were too discreetly wise, J51 
*^* To more than hint their knowledge in surmise ; 



14 lARA, Ca?ito r. 

*^ But if they would — they could*' — around the board 
Thus Lara's vassals prattled of their lord, 

X. 

It was the night — and Lara's glassy stream 

The stars are studding, each with imaged beam : 

So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray. 

And yet they glide like happiness away; 

Reflecting far and fairy-like from high 

The immortal lights that live along the sky: l60 

Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree. 

And flowers the fairest that may feast the bee; 

Such in her chaplet infant Dian wove. 

And Innocence would offer to her love. 

These deck the shore ; the waves their channel make 

In windings bright and mazy like the snake. 



Canlo I. LARA. 15 

All was so still, so soft in earth and air, 

You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; 

Secure that nought of evil could delight 

To walk in such a scene, on such a night! I JO 

It was a moment only for the good : 

So Lara deemed, nor longer there he stood. 

But turned in silence to his castle-gate ; 

Such scene his soul no more could contemplate : 

Such scene reminded him of other days^ 

Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer blaze^ 

Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts that now — 

No— no — the storm may beat upon his brow, 

Unfelt — ^unsparing — ^but a night like this, 

A night of beauty mock'd such breast as his. 180 



iS LAEA. Canto 1. 

XI. 

He turned within his solitary hall. 
And his high shadow shot along the waU ; 
There were the painted forms of other times, 
*Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, 
Save vague tradition ; and the gloomy vaults 
That hid their dust^ their foibles, and their faults ; 
And half a column of the pompous page. 
That speeds the specious tale from age to age ; 
Where history's pen its praise or blame supplies. 
And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. J 90 
He wandering mused, and as the moonbeam shone . 
Through the dim lattice o'er the floor of stone. 
And the high fretted roof, and saints, that there 'V 
O'er Gothic windows knelt in pictured prayer. 
Reflected in fantastic figures grew. 
Like life, but not like mortal life, to view; 



ContoL LARA. ^7 

His bristling locks of sable, brow of gloom. 
And the wide waving of his shaken plume 
Glanced like a spectre's attributes, and gave 
His aspect all that terror gives the grave. 200* 

XII. 

'Twas midnight — all was slumber ; the lone light 

Dimmf'd in the lamp, as loth to break the night. 

Hark ! there be murmurs heard in Lara's haU — 

A sound — a voice — a shriek — a fearful call ! 

A long, loud shriek — and silence — did they hear 

That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear ? 

They heard and rose, and tremulously brave 

Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save f 

They come with halfr lit tapers in their hands> 

And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands, 210 



i^ LAFvA. Caiitol. 

xm. t 

Cold as the marble where his length was laid. 
Pale as the beam that o'er his features played. 
Was Lara stretch* d -, his half drawn sabre near, 
Dropp*d it should seem in more than nature*s fear ; 
Yet he was firm, or had been firm till now. 
And fftill defiance knit his gathered brow 5 
Though mix*d with terror^ senseless as he lay. 
There lived upon his lip the wish to slay 5 
Some half form'd threat in utterance there had died. 
Some imprecation of despairing pride ; 220 

His eye was almost sealed, but not forsook. 
Even in its trance the gladiator's look. 
That oft awake his aspect could disclose, 
Aad now was fix'd in horrible repose. 



Canto L LAIU. 10 

They raise him — bear him 3 — hush! he breathes, he 

speaks. 
The swarthy blush recolours in his cheeks. 
His lip resumes its red, his eye, though dim. 
Rolls wide and wild, each slowly quivering limb 
Recalls its function, but his words are strung 
In terms that seem not of his native tongue ; 230 
Distinct but strange, enough they understand 
To deem them accents of another land. 
And such they were, and meant to meet an ear 
That hears him not — alas ! that cannot hear ! 

XIV. 

His page approach'd, and he alone appeared 
To know the import of the words they heard i 
And by the changes of his cheek and brow 
They were not such as Lara should avow. 



20 I*AKA. Canlo L 

Nor he interpret, yet with less surprise .\' 

Than those around their chieftain's state he eyes, ^^ 
But Lara's prostrate form he bent beside, • 241 
And in that tongue which seem'd his own replied. 
And Lara heeds those tones that gently seem 
To soothe away the horrdrs of his dream ; 
Jf dream it were, that thus could overthrow 
A breast that needed not ideal woe, 

XV. 

Whate'er his phrenzy dream'd or eye beheld. 

If yet remember'd ne'er to be reveal'd, 

Rests at his heart : the custom'd morning came. 

And breath'd new vigour in his shaken frame; 250 

And solace sought he none from priest nor leech. 

And soon the same in movement and in speech ' 



CtmtoL LAIU. 21 

As heretofore he filFd the passing hours^ 
Nor less he smiles^ nor more his forehead lours 
Than these were wont 3 and if the coming night 
Appeared less welcome now to Lara's sight, 
He to his marvelling vassals show'd it not,- 
Whose shuddering prov'd their fear was less forgot. 
In trembling pairs (alone they dared not) crawl 
The astonished slaves, and shun the fated hall; 26O 
The waving banner, and the clapping door. 
The rustling tapestry, and the echoing floor ; 
The long dim shadows of surrounding trees. 
The flapping bat, the night song of the breeze ; 
Aught they behold or hear their thought appals 
As evening saddens o'er the dark grey walls. 



22 lAUA. Canto f. 

XVI. 

Vain thought ! that hour of ne*er unravell'd gloom ^■ 
Came not again, or Lara could assume 
A seeming of forgetfulness that made 
His vassals more amaz'd nor less afraid — 270 

Had memory vanished then with sense restored } 
Since word, nor look, nor gesture of their lord 
Betrayed a feeling that recalled to these 
That fevered moment of his mind's disease. 
Was it a dream } was his the voice that spoke 
Those strange wild accents ; his the cry that broke 
Their slumber ? his the oppressed o*er-laboured heart 
That ceased to beat, the look that made them start? 
Could he who thus had suffered, so forget 
When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 
Or did that silence prove his memory fL\'d 
Too deep for words, indelible, unmi\M 



Canto 7. LAllA. 23 

In that corroding secrecy which gnaws 
The heart to show the effect, but not the cause } 
Not so in him ; his breast had buried both. 
Nor common gazers could discern the growth 
Of thoughts that mortal lips must leave half told ; 
They choak the feeble words that would unfold. 

XVII. 

In him inexplicably mix'd appeared 

Much to be loved and hated, sought and feared 3 2Q0 

Opinion varying o'er his hidden lot, 

In praise or railing ne'er his name forgot 5 

His silence formed a theme for others' prate— 

They guess'd — they gazed — they fain would know 

his fate. 
What had he been? what was he, thus unknown. 
Who walked their world, his lineage only known > 



24 LAIU. CunhL 

A hater of his kind? yet some would say. 

With them he could seem gay amidst the gay j , 

But own'd^ that smile if oft observed and near, 

Waned in its mirth and withered to a sneer; 3'<)() 

That smile might reach his lip, but passed not by. 

None e'er could trace its laughter to his eye : 

Yet there was softness too in his regard. 

At times, a heart as not by nature hard. 

But once perceivM, his spirit seem'd to chidje 

Such weakness, as unworthy of its pride. 

And steeVd itself, as scorning to redeem 

One doubt from others half withheld esteem ; 

In self-inflicted penance of a breast 309 

WTiich tenderness might once have wrung from rejrt; 

In vigilance of grief that would compel 

The soul to hate for having lov'd too \^ ell. 



Canto J, luWlA. %^ 

XVIII. 

There was in him a vital scorn of all : 

As if the worst had fall'n which could befall 

He stood a stranger in this breathing worlds 

An erring spirit from another hurled , 

A thing of dark imaginings^ that shaped 

By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; 

But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet 

His mind would half exult and half regret: 320 

With more capacity for love than earth 

Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth, 

His early dreams of good outstripp'd the truth. 

And troubled manhood followed baffled youth ; 

AVith thought of years in phantom chace mispent^ 

And wasted powers for better purpose lent j 

And fiery passions that had poured their wrath 

In hurried desolation o'er his path. 



2a LARA. 



Canto /. 



And left the better feelings all at strife j'- 

In wild reflection o*er his stormy life; 330 

But haughty still, and loth himself to blame. 

He called on Nature's self to share the shame. 

And charged all faults upon the fleshly form 

She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm ; 

'Till he at last confounded good and iU, 

And half mistook for fate the acts of will : 

Too high for common selfishness, he could 

At times resign his own for others' good. 

But not in pity, not because he ought. 

But in some strange perversity of thought, 34() 

That swayed him onward with a secret pride 

To do what few or none would do beside 3 

And this same impulse would in temj)ting time 

Mislead his spirit equally to crime j 



So much he soared beyond^ or sunk beneath 

The men with whom he felt condemned to breathe. 

And longed by good or ill to separate 

Himself from all who shared his mortal state ; 

His mind abhorring this had fixed her throne 

Far from the world, in regions of her own ; 350 

Thus coldly passing all that passed below. 

His blood in temperate seeming now would flow : 

Ah! happier if it ne'er with guilt had glowed. 

But ever in that icy smoothness flowed I 

'Tis true, with other men their path he walked. 

And like the rest in seeming did and talked. 

Nor outraged Reason's rules by flaw nor start. 

His madness was not of the head, but hearty 

And rarely wandered in his speech, or drew 

His thoughts so forth as to offend the view. 360 



^ ' lAlXA. (knioL 

XIX. ^^ ^i 

With all that chilling mystery of mien, ^^"'^^ 

And seeming gladness to remain unseen; 
He had (if 'twere not nature's boon) an art 
Of fixing memory on another's heart : 
It was not love perchance^— nor hate — nor aught 
That words can image to express the thought; 
But they who saw him did not see in vain. 
And once beheld, would ask of him again : 
And those to whom he spake remembered well. 
And an the words, however light, would dwell: 3 JO 
None knew, nor how, nor why, but he entwined 
Himself perforce around the hearer's mind; 
There he was stamp'd, in liking, or in hate. 
If greeted once; however brief the date v*A 

That friendship, pity, or aversion knew. 
Still there within the inmost thought he grew. 



Canto h TARA.. 5® 

You could not penetrate his soul, but foundy 
Despite your wonder, to your own he wound 5 i 
His presence haunted still ; and from the breast ' l 
He forced an all unwiUing interest ^ .^6<) 

Vain was the struggle in that mental net, 
His spirit seemed to dare you to forget! 

XX. 

There is a festival, where knights and dames. 
And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims 
Appear — a highborn and a welcomed guest 
,To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest. 
The long carousal shakes the illumin'd hall. 
Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball} 
And the gay dance of bounding Beauty's train 
Links grace and harmony in happiest chain : 390 



^0 J,A1U. CantnL 

Blest are the early hearts and gentle hands ^A 

That mingle there in well according bands 5 
It is a sight the careful brow might smoothe. 
And make Age smile^ and dream itself to youth. 
And Youth forget such hour was past on earth. 
So springs the exulting bosom to that mirth 1 

XXI. 

And Lara gaz'd on these sedately glad. 

His brow belied him if his soul was sad. 

And his glance followed fast each fluttering fair. 

Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there : ^J(XJ 

He lean'd against the lofty pillar nigh 

With folded arms and long attentive eye. 

Nor mark'd a glance so sternly fix*d on his^ 

lU brook'd high Lara scrutiny like thi?i : 



QanloL XAllA. 31 

At length he caught it, *tis a face unknmvn, 

But seems as searching his, and his alone ) 

Prying and dark, a stranger's by his mien. 

Who still till now had gaz'd on him unseen ; 

\i length encountering meets the mutual gaze 

Of keen enquiry, and of mute amaze; 410 

On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew. 

As if distrusting that the stranger threw 3 

Along the stranger's aspect fix'd and stern 

Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn. 

XXII. 
'* 'Tis he I'* the stranger cried, and those that heard 
Re-echoed fast and far the whisper'd word. 
'^^ 'Tis he !'' — '^ 'Tis who ?" they question far and near. 
Till louder accents rung on Lara's ear ; 



32 LAIIA. CmitoL 

So widety spread, few bosoms well could brook' '^ 
The general marvel, or that single look ; 420 

But Lara stirr'd not, changed not, the surprise 
That sprung at first to his arrested eyes 
Seem'd now subsided, neither sunk nor rais'd 
Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger 

.gaz'd; 
And drawing nigh, exclaimed, with haughty sneer, 
" Tis he!-— how came he thence? — what doth he 
here V* 

XXIII. 

It wiere too mtich for Lara to pass by 

Such question, so repeated fierce and high ; 

With look collected, but with accent cold. 

More mildly firm than petulantly bold, 43<> 



Canto I, LARA. 33 

He turn'd, and met the inquisitorial tone— • 

" My name is Lara! — when thine own is kriown, 

" Doubt not my fitting answer to requite 

'^ The unlook'd for courtesy of such a knight. 

'^ 'Tis Lara! — further wouldst thou mark or ask? 

*^* I shun no question, and I wear no mask/* 

" Thou shun'st no question! Ponder — is there none 
** Thy heart must answer^ though thine ear would 

shun ? 
^^ And deem'st thou me unknown too > Gaze again ! 
*' At least thy memory was not given in vain. 440 
'' Oh ! never canst thou cancel half her debt, 
'' Eternity forbids thee to forget." ^ 

With slow and searching glance upon his face 
Grew Lara's eyes^ but nothing there could trace 



54 LARA. Canto I. 

They knew, or chose to know — with dubious look 
He deign'd no answer, but his head he shook. 
And half contemptuous turn'd to pass away ; 
But the stern stranger motioned him to stay. 448 
^* A word ! — ^I charge thee stay, and answer here 
•^ To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, 
*^ But as thou wast and art—nay, frown not, lord^ 
^^ If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word — 
^^ But, as thou wast and art, on thee looks down, 
*^ Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown. 

•' Art thou not he ? whose deeds " 

'' Whatever I be, 
^^ Words wild as these, accusers like to thee 
'*" I list no further ; those with whom they weigh 
*^ May hear the rest, nor venture to gainsay 
'^ The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell, 
'' Which thus begins so courteously and well. 460 



Canto I. LARA. 35 

**^ Let Otho cherish here his polish'd guest^ 

^' To him my thanks and thoughts shall be expressed/' 

And here their wondering host hath interposed — 

^' Whatever there be between you undisclosed, 

** This is no time nor fitting place to mar 

*' The mirthful meeting with a wordy war. 

" If thou, Sir Ezzelin, hast ought to show 

^' Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know, 

^^ To-morrow, here^ or elsewhere^ as may best 

*^ Beseem your mutual judgment^ speak the rest; 

^^ I pledge myself for thee^ as not unknown^ 471 

^^ Though like Count Lara now returned alone 

'^ From other lands^ almost a stranger grown ; . 

^^ And if from Lara's blood and gentle birth 

^^ I augur right of courage and of worth, 

'^ He will not that untainted line belie^ 

^' Nor aught that knighthood may accord deny." 



3^ LARA. Canto h 

'' To-morrow be it/' Ezzelin replied, 

'^ And here our several worth and truth be tried^ 

'' I gage my life, my falchion to attest 480 

*^ My words, so may I mingle with the blest!" 

What answers Lara ? to its centre shrunk 

His soul, in deep abstraction sudden sunk ; 

The words of many, and the eyes of all 

That there were gather'd seem*d on him to fall ; 

But his were silent, his appeared to stray 

In far forgetfulness away — away — 

Alas ! that heedlessness of all around 

Bespoke remembrance only too profound. 

^'"' XXIV.. ' 

** To-morrow! — ay, to-morrow!" further word 
Than those repeated none from Lara heard ; 491 



CanthL LARA. 37 

Upon his brow no outward passion spoke. 
From his large eye no flashing anger broke -, 
Yet there was something fix'd in that low tone 
Which show*d resolve, determined, though unknown. . 
He seiz'd his cloak — ^his head he slightly bow'd^ 
And passing Ezzelin he left the crowd; 
And, as he pass'd him, smiling met the frown 
With which that chieftain's brow would bear him 

down : 
It was nor smile of mirth, nor struggling pride 
That curbs to scorn the wrath it cannot hide; 501 
But that of one in his own heart secure 
Of all that he would do, or could endure. 
Could this mean peace? the calmness of the good? 
Or guilt grown old in desperate hardihood? 
Alas ! too like in confidence are each 
For man to trust to mortal look or speech; 



38 LiVRA. Canto L 

From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discern ^ 
Truths which it wrings the unpractised heart to learn. 

XXV. 

And Lara called his page, and went his way— 510 
Well could that stripling word or sign obey : 
His only follower from those climes afar 
Where the soul glows beneath a brighter star -, 
For Lara left the shore from whence he sprung. 
In duty patient, and sedate though young -, 
Silent as him he served, his faith appcEirs 
Above his station, and beyond his years. 
Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land. 
In such from him he rarely heard command 3 519 
But fleet his step, and clear his tones would come, 
Wbeij Lara's lip breath'd forth the words of home : 



Canto L LARA. tj^ 

Those accents as his native mountains dear. 
Awake their absent echoes in his ear^ 
Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice recall. 
Now lost, abjured, for one — ^his friend, his all: 
For him earth now disclosed no other guide ; 
What marvel then he rarely left his side? 

XXVI. 

Light was his form, and darkly delicate 
That brow whereon his native sun had sate, 529 
But had not marr'd, though in his beams he grew. 
The cheek where oft the unbidden blush shone 

through ; 
Yet not such blush as mounts when health would show 
All the heart's hue in that delighted glow^ 
But 'twas a hectic tint of secret care 
That for a burning moment fevered there; 



40 LABA: Canto I. 

And the wild sparkle of his eye seemed caught 
From high, and lightened with electric thought. 
Though its black orb those long low lashes fringe. 
Had tempered with a melancholy tinge ; 
Yet less of sorrow than of pride was there, 540 
Or if 'twere grief, a grief that none should share : 
And pleased not him the sports that please his age. 
The tricks of youth, the frolics of the page. 
For hours on Lara he would fix his glance. 
As all forgotten in that watchful trance -, 
And from his chief withdrawn, he wandered lone, 
Brief were his answers, and his questions none ; 
His walk the wood, his sport some foreign book 5 
His resting-place the bank that curbs the brook : 
He seemed, like him he served, to live apart 5.50 
jFrpm all that lures the eye, and fills the heart 5 



Canto I. LAUA. 4i 

To know no brotherhood, and take from earth 
No gift beyond that bitter boon — our birth. 

XXVII. 

If aught he loved, 'twas Lara^ but was shown 

His faith in reverence and in deeds alone 3 

In mute attention ; and his care^ which guessed 

Each wish, fulfilled it ere the tongue expressed. 

Still there was haughtiness in all he did, 

A spirit deep that brook'd not to be chid 5 5.59 

His zeal, though more than that of ser\dle hands. 

In act alone obeys, his air commands ; 

As if 'twas Lara's less than his desire 

That thus he ser^^ed, but surely not for hire. 

Sligl^it were the tasks enjoined him by his lord. 

To hold the stirrup, or to bear the sword ; 



42 LARA. Canto L 

To tune his lute, or if he willed it more. 
On tomes of other times and tongues to pore ; 
But ne'er to mingle with the menial train. 
To whom he showed nor deference nor disdain. 
But that well-worn reserve which proved he knew 
No sympathy with that familiar crew : 5/1 

His soul, whate'er his station or his stem. 
Could bow to Lara, not descend to them. 
Of higher birth he seemed, and better days. 
Nor mark of vulgar toil that hand betrays. 
So femininely white it might bespeak 
Another sex, when matched with that smooth cheek, 
'But for his garb, and something in his gaze. 
More wild and high than woman's eye betrays^ 
A latent fierceness that far more became 580 

His fiery climate than his tender frame : 



Canto I. % LARA. 4^ 

True, in his words it broke not from his breast. 

But from his aspect might be more than guessed. 

Kaled his name, though rumour said be bore 

Another ere he left his mountain-shore -, 

For sometimes he would hear^ however nigh> 

That name repeated loud without reply. 

As unfamiliar^ or^ if roused again. 

Start to the sound, as but remembered then; 

Unless 'twas Lara's wonted voice that spake, 5^0 

For then, ear, eyes, and heart would all awake. 

XXVIII. 

He had looked down upon the festive hall^ 
And marked that sudden strife so marked of all^ 
And when the crowd around and near him told 
Their wonder at the calmness of the bold. 



44 LARA. Canto I. 

Their marvel how the high-born Lara bore 

Such insult from a stranger, doubly sore. 

The colour of young Kalecl went and came. 

The lipx>f ashes, and the cheek of flame} 

And o'er his brow the dampening heart-drops threw 

The sickening iciness of that cold dew 60l 

That rises as the busy bosom sinks 

With heavy thoughts from which reflection shrinks. 

Yes — there be things that we must dream and dare. 

And execute ere thought be half aware : 

Whatever might Kaled*s be, it was enow 

To seal his lip, but agonise his brow. 

He gazed on Ezzelin till Lara cast 

That sidelong smile upon the knight he passed -, 

When Kaled saw that smile his visage fell, 6lO 

As if on something recognized right well ; 



Ccmtol. LARAi i45 

His memory read in such a meaning more 

I'han Lara's aspect unto others wore, 

Forward he sprung — a moment, both were gone^ 

And ail within that hall seemed left alone y 

Each had so fix'd his eye on Lara's mien. 

All had so mix'd their feelings with that scene. 

That when his long dark shadow through the porch 

No more relieves the glare of yon high torch, 

Each pulse beats quicker, and all bosoms seem 620 

To bound as doubting from too black a dream. 

Such as we know is false, yet dread in sooth. 

Because the worst is ever nearest truth. 

And they are gone — ^but Ezzelin is there. 

With thoughtful visage and imperious air^ 

Put long remained not ; ere an hour expired 

He waved his hand to Otho, and retired. 



4^ LARA. Canto L 

XXIX. 

The crowd are gone^ the revellers at rest ; 
The courteous host^ and all-approving guest. 
Again to that accustomed couch must creep 630 
Where joy subsideg, and sorrow sighs to sleep^ 
And man o'er-laboured with his being's strife. 
Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : 
There lie love's feverish hope, and cunning's guile. 
Hate's working brain, and lull'd ambition's wile. 
O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave. 
And quench'd existence crouches in a grave. 
What better name may slumber's bed become ? 
Night's sepulchre, the universal home. 
Where weakness, strength,' vice, virtue, sunk supine. 
Alike in naked helplessness recline 3 641 



Canto L LARA. 4/ 

Glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath, 
Yet wake to wrestle with the dread of death, 
And shun-, though day but dawn on ills increased. 
That sleep, the loveliest, since it dreams the least. 



CANTO II. 



Al OTK.^-> 



LARA. 



CANTO II. 

I. 

Night wanes — the vapours round the mountains 

curFd^ 
Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. 
Man has another day to swell the past. 
And lead him near to little, but his last; 
But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, 650 
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth j 
Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam. 
Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. 



5^ LARA. . Canto II, 

Immortal man ! behold her glories shine. 
And cry, exulting inly, '' they are thine t*' 
Gaze on, while yet thy gladdened eye may see, 
A morrow comes when they are not for thee; 
And grieve what may above thy senseless bier. 
Nor earth nor sky will yield a single tear; 
Nor cloud shall gather more, nor leaf shall fall, 660 
Nor gale breathe forth one sigh for thee, for all ; 
But creeping things shall revel in their spoil. 
And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil. 

II. 
*Tis morn — 'tis noon — assembled in the haU, 
The gathered chieftains come to Otho's call -, 
*Tis now the promised hour that must proclaim * 
The life or death of Lara*s future fame ; 



Canto IL LARA. ^3 

When Ezzelin his charge may here unfold, 

And whatsoe'er the tale, it must be told. 

His faith was pledged, and Lara's promise given. 

To meet it in the eye of man and heaven. 6'7i 

Why comes he not ? Such truths to be divulged^ 

Methinks the accuser's rest is long indulged, 

III. 

The hour is past, and Lara too is there. 

With self -confiding, coldly patient air^ 

Why comes not Ezzelin } The hour is past, 

And murmurs rise, and Otho's brow's o'ercast. 

^^ I know my friend ! his faith I cannot fear, 

^^ If yet he be on earth, expect him here ^ 

^' The roof that held him in the valley stands 6bO 

^' B^twee^ my own and noble Lara's lands; 



54 LARA, '^ Canto II, 

** My halls from such a guest had honour gain'd,: i^C 
** Nor had Sir Ezzelin his host disdained, ---'^ ^^ 

^^ But that some previous proof forbade his stay, 
** And urged him to prepare against to-day 5 
^* The word I pledged for his I pledge again, 
** Or will myself redeem his knighthood's stain." 

He ceased — and Lara answer'd, ^^ I am here 

*^ To lend at thy demand a listening ear; 

** To tales of evil from a stranger's tongue, 6go 

^* Whose words already might my heart have wrung, 

^' But that I deem'd him scarcely less than mad, 

'^ Or, at the worst, a foe ignobly bad. 

*' I know him not — ^but me it seems he knew 

^^ In lands where — but I must not trifle too : 

*' Produce this babbler — or redeem the pledge; 

" Here in thy hold, and with thy falchion's edge." 



Canto U, LARA. AA 

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw 

IJis glove on earthy and forth his sabre flew. 

'' The last alternative l?efits me best, 700 

*^ And thus I answer for mine absent guest.'* 

With cheek unchanging from its sallow gloom. 

However near his own or other's tomb; 

With hand, whose ahnost careless coolness spoke. 

Its grasp well-used to deal the sabre-stroke j 

With eye, though calm, determined not to spare. 

Did Lara too his willing weapon bare. 

In vain the circling chieftains round them closed. 

For Otho's phrenzy would not be opposed ; 

And from his lip those words of insult fell — 7 10 

His sword is good who can maintain them well. 



^ LARA. 



Canto II, 



IV. ^X>*i;||;i|.|!S^^ 

Short was the conflid;^ furious, blindly rash. 

Vain Otho gave his bosom to the gash: 

He bled, and fell; but not with deadly wound. 

Stretched by a dextrous sleight along the ground. 

^* Demand thy life!" He answered not: and then 

From that red fbor he ne'er had risen again. 

For Lara's brow upon the moment grew 

Almost to blackness in its demon hue; 

And fiercer shook his angry falchion now 720 

Then when his foe's was levelled at his brow; 

Then all was stern collectedness and art. 

Now rose the unleavened hatred of his heart; ' 

So little sparing to the foe he fell'd. 

That when the approaching crowd his arm withheld. 

He almost turned the thirsty point on those 

Who thus for mercy dared to interpose; 



Canto IL LARA. SJ 

But to a momenf s thought that purpose bent. 

Yet look'd he on him still with eye intent. 

As if he loathed the ineffectual strife 730 

That left a foe^ howe'er o'erthrown, with life; 

As if to search how far the wound he gave 

Had sent its victim onwajrd to his grave. 

They raised the bleeding Otho^ and the Leech 
Forbade all present question, sign^ and speech^ 
The others met within a neighbouring hall, 
And hC;, incensed and heedless of them all. 
The cause and conqueror in this sudden fray. 
In haughty silence slowly strode away; 739 

He back'd his steed, his homeward path he took^ 
Nor cast on Otho's towers a single look. 



58 L4BA, CanioTL 

VL --i^xM 

But where was he ? that meteor of a night, ^ <? 
Who menaced but to disappear with light? 
AVhere was this Ezzelin ? who came and went 
To leave no otlieV trace of his intent. 
He left the dome of Otho long ere morn. 
In darkness, yet so well the path was worn 
He could not miss it ; near his dwelling lay ; 
But there he was not, and with coming day 
Came fast enquiry, which unfolded nought 750 

Except the absence of the chief it sought. 
A chamber tenantless, a steed at rest, , , . . 
His host alarmed, his murmuring squires distressed: 
Their search extends along, around the path. 
In dread to meet the njarks of prowlers' wrath: 
But none are there, and not a brake hath borne 
Nor gout of blood, nor shred of mantle torn^ 



Canto IL LARA. 5Q 

Nor fall nor struggle hath defaced the grass. 
Which still retains a mark where murder was ; 
Nor dabbling lingers left to tell the tale, JQO 

The bitter print of each convulsive nail. 
When agonized hands that cease to guard. 
Wound in that pang the smoothness of the sward. 
Some such had been, if here a life was reft. 
But these were not ; and doubting hope is left ; 
And strange suspicion whispering Lara's name. 
Now daily mutters o'er his blackened fame; 
Then sudden silent when his form appeared. 
Awaits the absence of the thing it feared 
Again its wonted wondering to renew, 770 

And dje conjecture with a darker hue. 



Go LARA. Cmto JI. 

VII, ^^ 

Days roll along^ and Otho's wounds are healed, r* 
But not his pride ; and hate no more concealed : 
He was a man of power^ and Lara's foe. 
The friend of all who sought to work him woe. 
And from his country's justice now demands 
Account of Ezzelin at Lara*s hands. 
Who else than Lara could have cause to fear 
His presence? who had made him disappear, 
If not the man on whom his menaced charge 7^0 
Had sate too deeply were he left at large? 
The general rumour ignorantly loud. 
The mystery dearest to the curious crowd 5 
The seeming friendlessness of him who strove 
To win no confidence, and wake no love ; 
The sweeping fierceness which his soul betray 'd^ 
The skill with which he wielded his keen blade j 



Canto 11. LARA. ^l 

Where had his arm unwarlike caught that art? 
Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart? 
For it was not the blind capricious rage 79^ 

A word can kindle and a word assuage ; 
But the deep working of a soul unmix'd 
With aught of pity where its wrath had fix'd; 
Such as long power and overgorged success 
Concentrates into all that's merciless: 
These, link'd with that desire which ever swa.y& 
Mankind, the rather to condemn than praise, 
'Gainst Lara gathering raised at length a storm. 
Such as himself might fear, and foes would form. 
And he must answer for the absent head 800 

Of one that haunts him still, alive or dead. 



02 LARA. Canto IL 

VIII. i t fei 

Within that land was many a malcontent, ^^k 

Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent , 
That soil full many a wringing despot saw. 
Who worked his wantonness in form of law ; 
Long war without and frequent broil within 
Had made a path for blood and giant sin. 
That waited but a signal to begin 
New havock, sueb as civil discord blends^ 809^ 

WTiich knows no neuter, owns but foes or friends ; 
Fixed in his feudal fortress each was lord. 
In word and deed obeyed, in soul abhorred. 
Thus Lara had inherited his lands. 
And with them pining hearts and sluggish hands; ' 
But that long absence from his native clime 
Had left him stainless of oppression's crime» 



Canto II, 



lARA. S^ 



And now diverted by his milder sway. 
All dread by slow degrees had worn away , 
The menials felt their usual awe alone, 8 1 9 

But more for him than them that fear was grown; 
They deem'd him now unhappy, though at first 
Their evil judgment augured of the worst. 
And each long restless night and silent mood 
Was traced to sickness, fed by solitude ; 
And though his lonely habits threw of late 
Gloom o*er his chamber, cheerful was his gatej 
For thence the wretched ne'er unsoothed withdrew. 
For them, at least, his soul compassion knew. 
Cold to the great, contemptuous to the high. 
The humble passed not his unheeding eye; 830 

Much he would speak not, but beneath his roof 
They found asylum pft, and ne*er reproof. 



^ lARA. Canto li. 

And they who watched might mark that day by day. 

Some new retainers gathered to his sway^ 

But most of late since Ezzelin was lost 

He played the courteous lord and bounteous host ; 

Perchance his strife with Otho made him dread 

Some snare prepared for his obnoxious head ; 

Whatever his view^ his favour more obtains 

With these, the people, than his fellow thanes. 840 

If this were policy, so far 'twas sound. 

The million judged but of him as they found ; 

From him by sterner chiefs to exile driven 

They but required a shelter, and 'twas given. 

By him no peasant mourn' d his rifled cot. 

And scarce the Serf could murmur o'er his lot ; 

With him old avarice found its hoard secure^ 

With him contempt forbore to mock the poor; 



Canto Ih LilRA, 6:1 

Youth present cheer and promised recompence 
Detained, till all too late to part from thence: 850 
To hate he oflFered with the coming change 
The deep reversion of delayed revenge -, 
To love, long baffled by the unequal match. 
The well- won charms success was sure to snatch. 
All now was ripe, he waits but to proclaim 
That slavery nothing which was still a name. 
The moment came, the hour when Otho thought 
Secure at last the vengeance which he sought : 
His summons found the destined criminal 
Begirt by thousands in his swarming hall, 860 

Fresh from their feudal fetters newly riven. 
Defying earth, and confident of heaven. 
That morning he had freed the soil-bound slaves 
Who dig no land for tyrants but their graves ! 

F 



06 LARA. Canto II. 

Such is their cry — some watchword for the fight 
Must vindicate the wrong, and warp the right : 
Religion—- freedom — ^vengeance — what you will, 
A word's enough to raise mankind to kiU ; 858 

Some factious phrase by cunning caught and spread 
That guilt may reign, and wolves and worms be fed ! 

IX. 

Throughout that clime the feudal chiefs had gain'd 
Such sway, their infant monarch hardly reign'dj 
Now was the hour for faction's rebel growth. 
The Serfs contemn'd the one, and hated both : 
They waited but a leader, and they found 
One to their cause inseparably bounds 
By circumstance compeU'd to plunge again 
In self-defence amidst the strife of men. 



Canto 11. LARA. ^ 

Cut off by some mysterious fate from those 
Whom birth and nature meant not for his foes^ 880 
Had Lara from that night, to him accurst. 
Prepared to meet, but not alone, the worst : 
Some reason urged, whatever it was, to shun 
Enquiry into deeds at distance done 3 
By mingling with his own the cause of all. 
E'en if he failed, he still delayed his fall. 
The sullen calm that long his bosom kept, 
The storm that once had spent itself and slept. 
Roused by events that seemed foredoomed to urge 
His gloomy fortunes to their utmost verge, spo 

Burst forth, and made him all he once had been. 
And is again ; he only changed the scene. 
Light care had he for life, and less for fame. 
But not less fitted for the desperate game : 



6s LARA. Canto IF. 

He deemed himself mark'd out for other's hate, 

And mock'd at ruin so they shared his fate. 

What cared he for the freedom of the crowd ? 

He raised the humble but to bend the proud. 

He had hoped quiet in his sullen lair. 

But man and destiny beset him there : 90O 

Inured to hunters he was found at bay. 

And they must kill, they cannot snare the prey. 

Stern, unambitious, silent, he had been 

Henceforth a calm spectator of life's scene; 

But dragg'd again upon the arena, stood 

A leader not unequal to the feud ; 

In voice — ^mien — gesture — savage nature spoke. 

And from his eye the gladiator broke. 



Canto II. LARA. ^ 

X. 

What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife, 

The feast of vultures, and the waste of life ? 910 

The varying fortune of each separate fields 

The fierce that vanquish, and the faint that yield ? 

The smoking ruin^ and the crumbled wall } 

In this the struggle was the same with all ; 

Save that distempered passions lent their force 

In bitterness that banished all remorse. 

None sued, for Mercy knew her cry was vain^, 

The captive died upon the battle-slain : 

In either cause one rage alone possessed 

The empire of the alternate victor's breast ; 92 

And they that smote for freedom or for sway 

Deem*d few were slain, while more remained to slay. 

It was too late to check the wasting brand. 

And Desolation reaped the famished land 3 



70 LARA. Canto II. 

The torch was lighted, and the flame was spread, : * 
And Carnage smiled upon her daily dead. 

XI. 

Fresh with the nerve the new-born impulse strung', 

The first success to Lara's numbers clung ; 

But that vain victory hath ruined aU, 

They form no longer to their leader's call ; gSO 

In blind confusion on the foe they press. 

And think to snatch is to secure success. 

The lust of booty, and the thirst of hate 

Lure on the broken brigands to their fate -, 

In vain he doth whate*er a chief may do 

To check the headlong fury of that crew ; 

In vain their stubborn ardour he would tame. 

The hand that kindles cannot quench the flame; 



Canto IL L.ARA. J^l 

'The wary foe alone hath turned their mood. 
And shown their rashness to that erring brood : 940 
The feign*d retreat, the nightly ambuscade. 
The daily harass, and the fight delayed. 
The long privation of the hoped supply. 
The tentless rest beneath the humid sky. 
The stubborn wall that mocks the leaguer's art. 
And palls the patience of his baffled heart, 
Of these they had not deem'd : the battle-day 
They could encounter as a veteran may ; 
But more preferred the fury of the strife. 
And present death to hourly suffering life ; Q50 

And famine wrings, and fever sweeps away 
His numbers melting fast from their arrays 
Intemperate triumph fades to discontent, 
And Lara*s soul alone seems stiU unbent: 



72 LARA. CmitoIL 

But few remain to aid his voice and hand. 

And thousands dwindled to a scanty band : 

Desperate, though few^ the last and best remained 

To mourn the discipline they late disdain'd. 

One hope survives, the frontier is not far. 

And thence they may escape from native war; g6o 

And bear within them to the neighbouring state 

An exile's sorrows, or an outlaw's hate : 

Hard is the task their father land to quit. 

But harder still to perish or submit. 

XII. 

It is resolved — ^they march — consenting Night^ 
Guides with her star their dim and torchless flight ; 
Already they perceive its tranquil beam 
Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream] 



Canto IL LARA. 7^ 

Already they descry — Is yon the bank } 

Away! 'tis lined with many a hostile rank. 970 

Return or fly! — ^What glitters in the rear? 

'Tis Otho's banner— the pursuer's spear ! 

Are those the shepherds' fires upon the height } 

Alas ! they blaze too widely for the flight : 

Cut off from hope, and compass'd in the toil. 

Less blood perchance hath bought a richer spoil! 

XIII. 
A moment's pause, 'tis but to breathe their band. 
Or shall they onward press, or here withstand ? 
It matters little — if they charge the foes 
Who by the border-stream their march oppose, 98O 
Some few, perchance, may break and pass the line. 
However link'd to bafile such design. 



74 LARA. ' Canto I L 

'* The charge be ours ! to wait for their assault 
'* Were fate well worthy of a coward's halt." 
Forth flies each sabre, reined is every steed. 
And the next word shall scarce outstrip the deed: 
In the next tone of Lara's gathering breath 
How many shall but hear the voice of death! 

XIV. 

His blade is bared, in him there is an air 
As deep, but far too tranquil for despair ; QQO 

A something of indifference more than then 
Becomes the bravest if they feel for men — 
He turned his eye on Kaled, ever near. 
And still too faithful to betray one fear; 
Perchance 'twas but the moon's dim twilight threw 
Along his aspect an unwonted hue 



CxmtoIL LARA. 75 

Of mournful paleness, whose deep tint expressed 
The truth, and not the terror of his breast. 
This Lara mark'd, and laid his hand on his : 
It trembled not in such an hour as this 5 1000 

His lip was silent, scarcely beat his heart. 
His eye alone proclaimed, ^' We will not part! 
^' Thy band may perish, or thy friends may flee, 
^' Farewell to life, but not adieu to thee !" 

The word hath pass*d his lips, and onward driven 
Pours the link'd band through ranks asunder riven 5 
Well has each steed obeyed the armed he^l. 
And flash the scimitars, and rings the steel ; 
Outnumber*d not outbrav'd, they still oppose 
Despair to daring, and a front to foes ; 1010 

And blood is mingled with the dashing stream. 
Which runs all redly tiU the morning beam. 



7^ LARA. Canto IL 

XV. 

Commanding, aiding, animating all. 

Where foe appeared to press, or friend to fall. 

Cheers Lara's voice, and waves or strikes his steel. 

Inspiring hope, himself had ceased to feel. 

None fled, for well they knew that flight were vain. 

But those that waver turn to smite again 

^yhile yet they find the firmest of the foe 

Recoil before their leader's look and blow 3 1020 

Now girt with numbers, now almost alone. 

He foils their ranks, or reunites his own ; 

Himself he spared not — once they seemed to fly — 

Now was the time, he waved his hand on high. 

And shook — why sudden droops that plumed crest? 

The shaft is sped — the arrow's in his breast! 

That fatal gesture left the unguarded side. 

And Death hath stricken down yon arm of pride. 



Canto IL LARA. // 

The word of triumph fainted from his tongue; 
That hand, so raised, how droopingly it hung! 1030 
But yet the sword instinctively retains. 
Though from its fellow shrink the falling reins j 
These Kaled snatches: dizzy with the blow. 
And senseless bending o'er his saddle-bow. 
Perceives not Lara that his anxious page 
Beguiles his charger from the combat's rage : 
Meantime his followers charge, and charge again ; 
Too mix'd the slayers now to heed the slain ! 

XVI. 

Day glimmers on the dying and the dead. 

The cloven cuirass, and the helmless head ; 1040 

The war-horse masterless is on the earth. 

And that last gasp hath burst his bloody girth •, 



7B LARA. Canto. ri. 

And near yet quivering with what life remain'd^ 
The heel that urg'd him and the hand that rein'd j 
And some too near that rolling torrent lie. 
Whose waters mock the lip of those that die ; 
That panting thirst which scorches in the breath 
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death. 
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave 
One drop — the last — ^to cool it for the grave 3 1050 
With feeble and convulsive effort swept 
Their limbs along the crimson'd turf have crept 5 
The faint remains of life such struggles waste. 
But yet they reach the stream, and bend to taste : 
They feel its freshness, and almost partake — 
Why pause? — ^No further thirst have they to slake — 
It is unquench*d, and yet they feel it not ; 
It was an agony — but now forgot ! 



Cuntif 11. lAUA. 79 

XVII. 

Beneath a lime, remoter from the scene. 

Where but for him that strife had never been^, 1C6C) 

A breathing but devoted warrior lay : 

'Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away. 

His follower once, and now his only guide. 

Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side. 

And with his scarf would staunch the tides that nisli 

With each convulsion in a blacker gush ; 

And then as his faint breathing waxes low. 
In feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow : 
He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis vain. 
And merely adds another throb to pain. 10^0 

He clasps the hand that pang which would assuage. 
And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark page 
Who nothing fears, nor feels, nor heeds, nor sees. 
Save that damp brow which rests upon his knees ; 



30 LARA. Cmitoll 

Save that pale aspect, where the eye, though dim, 
Held all the light that shone on earth for him. ..t 

XVIII. 

The foe arrives, who long had searched the field. 
Their triumph nought till Lara too should yield j 
They would remove him, but they see 'twere vain. 
And he regards them with a calm disdain, 1080 
That rose to reconcile him with his fate. 
And that escape to death from living hate : 
And Otho comes, and leaping from his steed. 
Looks on the bleeding foe that made him bleed. 
And questions of his state -, he answers not. 
Scarce glances on him as on one forgot. 
And turns to Kaled :— each remaining word. 
They understood not, if distinctly heard -, 



Canto 11. L2UIA. Si 

His dying tones are in that other tongue, JOSQ 

To which some strange remembrance wildly clung. 
They spake of other scenes, but what — is known 
To Kaled, whom their meaning reached alone ; 
And he replied, though faintly, to their sounds 
While gaz*d the rest in dumb amazement round : 
They seem'd even then — that twain — unto the last 
To half forget the present in the past ; 
To share between themselves some separate fate^ 
Whose darkness none beside should penetrate. lOpS 

XIX. 

Their words though faint were many — from the tone 
Their import those who heard could judge alone 3 
From this, you might have deem'ti young Kaled*s 

death ' 
More near than Lara's by his voice and breath. 



S2 LARA. Canto II. 

So sad, so deep, and hesitating broke 
The accents his scarce-moving pale lips spoke ; 
But Lara's voice though lovr, at first was clear 
And calm, till murmuring death gasp'd hoarsely 

near: 
But from his visage little could we guess. 
So unrepentant, dark, and passionless. 
Save that when struggling nearer to his last. 
Upon that page his eye was kindly cast 3 1 1 10 

And once as Kaled's answering accents ceas'd. 
Rose Lara's hand, and pointed to the East : 
Whether (as then the breaking sun from high 
Roird back the clouds) the morrow caught his eye. 
Or that 'twas chance, or some remember'd scene 
That rais'd his arm to point where such had been. 
Scarce Kaled seem'd to know, but turn'd away. 
As if his heart abhorred that coming day. 



Canto II. LAllA. $3 

And shrunk his glance before that morning light 
To look on Lara's brow— where all grew night. 1 120 
Yet sense seem'd left^ though better were its loss ; 
For when one near display'd the absolving cross. 
And proffered to his touch the holy bead 
Of which his parting soul might own the need. 
He look'd upon it with an eye profane. 
And smiled — Heaven pardon! if 'twere with dis- 
dain j 
And Kaled though he spoke not^ nor withdrew 
From Lara's face his fix'd despairing view. 
With brow repulsive, and vnth gesture swift, 
Flung back the hand which held the sacred gift, II 30 
As if such but disturbed the expiring man. 
Nor seem'd to know his life but then began. 
The life immortal, infinite, secure. 
To all for whom that cross hath made it sure ! 



^-^ LARA. Canto II, 

XX. 

But gasping heav'd the breath that Lara drew. 

And dull the film along his dim eye grew -, 

His limbs stretched fluttering, and his head droop' d 

o'er 
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore ; 
He pressed the hand he held upon his heart — 
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1 1 40 

With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain, 
For that faint throb which answers not again. 
" It beats !" — Away, thou dreamer! he is gone- 
It once was Lara which thou look'st upon. 

XXI. 

He gaz'd, as if not yet had pass'd away 
The haughty spirit of that humble clay ; 



Canto 11. LARA. 85 

And those around have rous'd him from his trance^ 
But cannot tear from thence his fixed glance ; 
And when in raising him from where he bore 
Within his arms the form that felt no more, 1 150 
He saw the head his breast would still sustain. 
Roll down like earth to earth upon the plain ; 
He did not dash himself thereby, nor tear 
The glossy tendrils of his raven hair. 
But strove to stand and gaze, but reel'd and fell. 
Scarce breathing more than that he lov'd so well. 
Than that he lov'd ! Oh ! never yet beneath 
The breast of man such trusty love may breathe ! 
That trying moment hath at once reveal'd 
The secret long and yet but half-conceaFd ; 11 60 
In baring to revive that lifeless breast. 
Its grief seemed ended, but the sex confesfc^ 



S6 IJVRA. CanUiIL 

And life returned, and Kaled felt no shame — 
What now to her was Womanhood or Fame ? 

XXII. 

And Lara sleeps not where his fathers sleep. 
But where he died his grave was dug as deep -, 
Nor is his mortal slumber less profound. 
Though priest nor bless'd, nor marble deck*d the 

mound ; 
And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief 
Less loud, outlasts a people's for their chief. 1 170 
Vain was all question ask'd her of the past. 
And vain e'en menace — silent to the last ; 
She told nor whence nor why she left behind 
Her all for one who seem'd but little kind. 
Why did she love him } Curious fool ! — be still — 
Is human love the growth of human will ? 



Canto IL -LARA. T->y 

To her he might be gentleness ; the stern 
Have deeper thoughts than your dull eyes discern, 
And when they love, your smilers guess not how 
Beats the strong heart, though less the lips avow. 
They were not common links that form'd the chain 
That bound to Lara Kaled's heart and brain ; 1 1 82 
But that wild tale she brook'd not to unfold. 
And seal'd is now each lip that could have told. 

XXIII. 

They laid him in the earth, and on his breast, 
Piesides the wound that sent his soul to rest. 
They found the scatter'd dints of many a scar 
Which were not planted there in recent war ; 
Where'er had pass'd his summer years of life 
It seems they vanish'd in a land of strife 3 1 190 



8S IAEA. Canto II 

But all unknown his glory or his guilt, ^ 

These only told that somewhere blood was spilt. 
And Ezzelin, who might have spoke the past, 
Return'd no more — that night appeared his last. 

XXIV. 

Upon that night (a peasant's is the tale) 

A Serf that cross'd the intervening vale, 

When Cynthia's light almost gave way to morn. 

And nearly veil'd in mist her waning horn 3 

A Serf, that rose betimes to thread the wood, 1 IQg 

And hew the bough that bought his children's food, 

Pass'd by the river that divides the plain 

Of Otho's lands and Lara's broad domain : 

He heard a tramp — a horse and horseman broke 

From out the wood — before him was a cloak 



CaMoII. LARA.. *^P 

Wrapt round some burthen at his saddle-bow. 
Bent was his head, and hidden was his brow. 
Rous'd by the sudden sight at such a time, 
And some foreboding that it might be crime. 
Himself unheeded watch'd the stranger's course, 
Who reach'd the river, bounded from his horse, ] 2 10 
And lifting thence the burthen which he bore, 
Heav'd up the bank, and dash'd it from the shore. 
Then paused, and look'd, and turn'd, and seem'd to 

watch, 
And still another hurried glance would snatch, 
jVnd follow with his step the stream that flow'd. 
As if even yet too much its surface show'd : 
At once he started, stoop' d, around him strown 
The winter floods had scatter'd heaps of stone ; 
Of these the heaviest thence he gathered there, 1210 
And slung them with a more than common care. 



IK) L/\nA. CanloII. 

Meantime the Serf had crept to where unseen 

Himself might safely mark what this might mean ; 

He caught a glimpse, as of a floating breast, 

And something glittered starlike on the vest. 

But ere he weU could mark the buoyant trunk, 

A massy fragment smote it, and it sunk : 

It rose again but indistinct to view, 

And left the waters of a purple hue. 

Then deeply disappear 'd : the horseman gaz*d 

Till ebbed the latest eddy it had rais'd ; 1 23(J 

Then turning, vaulted on his pawing steed. 

And instant spurr'd him into panting speed. 

His face was mask'd — the features of the dead. 

If dead it were, escaped the observer's dread ; 

But if in sooth a star its bosom bore, 

Such is the badge that knighthood ever wore. 



Canto 11. lAIlA. gi 

And such *tis known Sir Ezzelin had worn 

Upon the night that led to such a morn. 

If thus he perish' d J Heaven receive his soul ! 

His undiscover'd limbs to ocean roll ; 124(^ 

And charity upon the hope would dwell 

It was not Lara's hand by which he fell. 

XXV. 

And Kaled — Lara — Ezzelin, are gone, 

Alike without their monumental stone! 

The firsts all efforts vainly strove to wean 

From lingering where her chieftain's blood had been ; 

Grief had so tam'd a spirit once too proud^ 

Her tears were few, her wailing never loud -, 

But furious would you tear her from the spot 

"^Vhere yet she scarce believ'd that he was not, 1 2.50 



92 JJ^IIA. Canlo IL 

Her eye shot forth with all the living fire * 

That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire 3 

But left to W£iste her weary moments there. 

She talk'd all idly unto shapes of air, 

Such as the busy brain of Sorrow paints, 

And woos to listen to her fond complaints : 

And she would sit beneath the very tree 

Where lay his drooping head upon her knee ; 

And in that posture where she saw him fall, 

His words, his looks, his dying grasp recall; 1260 

And she had shorn, but sav'd her raven hair. 

And oft would snatch it from her bosom there. 

And fold, and press it gently to the ground. 

As if she staunch'd anew some phantom's wound. 

Herself would question, and for him reply ; 

Then rising, start, and beckon him to fly 



Canto II. LAllA. 9:3 

From some imagin'd spectre in pursuit ; 

Then seat her down upon some linden's root. 

And hide her visage with her meagre hand. 

Or trace strange characters along the sand — ] 270 

This could not last — she lies by him she lov'd ; 

Her tale untold — ^her truth too dearly provM. 



END OF LAKA. 



JACQUELINE, 

A TALE, 

RVRT I. 



When Spring bursts forth in blossoms through the vaU% 
^Vnd her wild music triumphs on the gale. 
Oft with my book I muse from stile to stile ; 
Oft in my porch the listless noon beguile, 
Framivg hose numbers. 



JACQUELINE. 



I. 

'TwAs Autumn ; thro' Provence had ceased 

The vintage^ and the vintage-feast. 

The sun had set behind the hill> 

The moon was up, and all was still. 

And from the Convent's neighbouring tower 

The clock had tolled the midnight hour. 

When Jacqueline came forth alone. 

Her kerchief o*er her tresses thrown ; 

H 



OS JACQUELINE. 

A guilty thing and full of fears. 

Yet ah, how lovely in her tears ! 10 

She starts, and what has caught her eye ? 

What — ^but her shadow gliding by? 

She stops, she pants; with lips apart 

She listens— to her beating heart! 

Then, thro' the scanty orchard stealing. 

The clustering boughs her track concealing, 

She flies, nor casts a thought behind. 

But gives her terrors to the wind; 

Flies from her home, the humble sphere 

Of all her joys and sorrows here, 29 

Her father's house of mountain-stone. 

And by a mountain- vine o'ergrown. 

At such an hour in such a night. 

So calm, so clear, so heavenly bright. 



JACQUELINE. 99 

Who would have seen and not confessed 

It looked as all within were blest ? 

What will not woman^ when she loves ? 

Yet lost^ alas^ who can restore her ?— 

She lifts the latch, the wicket moves ; 

And now the world is all before her. 3X) 

Up rose St. Pierre, when morning shone ; 
— ^And Jacqueline, his child, was gone ! 
Oh what the madd'ning thought that came } 
Dishonour coupled with his name! 
By Conde at Rocroy he stood ; 
By Turenne, when the Rhine ran blood. 
Two banners of Castile he gave 
Aloft in Notre Dame to wave; 
Nor did thy cross, St. Louis, rest 
Upon a purer, nobler breast. 40 



100 JACQUELINE. 

He slung his old sword by his side. 

And snatched his stajff and rushed to save; 

Then sunk — ^and on his threshold cried 

'^ Oh lay me in my grave ! 

<< — Constance! Claudine! where were ye then ? 

*' But stand not there. Away! away! 

" Thou, Frederic, 'by thy father stay. 

** Though old, and now forgot of men, 

*' Both must not leave him in a day." 

Then, and he shook his hoary head, 50 

^' Unhappy in thy youth!" he said. 

**^ Call as thou wilt, thou call'st in vain; 

'* No voice sends back thy name again. 

** To mourn is all thou hast to do 5 

*^ Thy play-mate lost, and teacher too/' 



JACQUELINE. 101 

And who but she could soothe the boy. 
Or turn his tears to tears of joy? 
Long had she kissed him as he slept. 
Long o*er his pillow hung and wept ^ 
And, as she passed her father's door, (50 

She stood as she would stir no naore. 
But she is gone, and gone for ever ! 
No, never shall they clasp her — never. 
They sit and listen to their fears ; 
And he, who thro' the breach had led 
Over the dying and the dead. 
Shakes if a cricket's cry he hears ! 

Oh! she was good as she was fair. 
None— none on earth above her! 
As pure in thought as angels are, JO 

To know her was to love her. 



JX)2 JACQUELINE. 

When little, and her eyes, her voice. 

Her every gesture said ^* rejoice,** 

Her coming was a gladness 5 

And, as she grew, her modest grace. 

Her down-cast look 'twas heav'n to trace. 

When, shading with her hand her face. 

She half inclined to sadness. 

Her voice, whatever she said, enchanted ,• 

Like music to the heart it went. 8() 

And her dark eyes — ^how eloquent ! 

Ask what they would, 'twas granted. 

Her father loved her as his fame ; 

— ^And Bayard's self had done the same! 

Soon as the sun thfe glittisiting pane 
On the red floor in diamonds threw. 



JACQUELINE. 103 

His songs she sung and sung again, 

Till the last light withdrew. 

Every day, and all day long. 

He naused or slumbered to a song. QQ 

But she is dead to him, to all! 

Her lute hangs silent on the waU; r 

And on the stairs, and at the door 

Her fairy-step is heard no more ! 

At every meal an empty chair 

Tells him that she is not there ; 

She, who would lead him where he went, 

Cliarm with her converse while he leant -, 

Or hovering every wish prevent ; 

At eve light up the chimney-nook, 100 

Lay there his glass within his book ; 



104 JACQUELINE. 

And that small chest of curious mould, i 

(Queen Mab's, perchance, in days of old,) 

Tusk of elephant and gold; 

Which, when a tale is long, dispenses 

Its fragrant dust to drowsy senses. 

In her who mourned not, when they missed her, 

The old a child, the young a sister ? 

No more the orphan runs to take 

From her loved hand the barley-cake. 1 10 

No more the matron in the school 

Expects her in the hour of rule. 

To sit amid the elfin brood, > 

Praising the busy and the good. 

The widow trims her hearth in vain. 

She comes not — nor will come again; 

Not now, his little lesson done. 

With Frederic blowing bubbles in the sun; 



JACQUELINE. 105 

Nor spinning by the fountain side, 

Some story of the days of old, 120 

Barbe Bleue or Chaperon Rouge half-told 

To him who would not be denied : 

Not now, to while an hour away. 

Gone to the falls in Valombre, 

Where 'tis night at noon of day ; 

Nor wandering up and down the wood. 

To all but her a solitude. 

Where once a wild deer, wild no more. 

Her chaplet on his antlers wore, 

And at her biddhig stood. 130 



PART II. 



JACQUELINE. AOp 



II. 



The day was in the golden west 

And, curtained close by leaf and flower. 

The doves had cooed themselves to rest 

In Jacqueline's deserted bower ; 

The doves — that stiU would at her casement peck. 

And in her walks had ever fluttered round 

With purple feet and shining neck. 

True as the echo to the sound. 

That casement, underneath the trees. 

Half open to the western breeze, HO 



1 10 JACQUELINE. 

Looked down, enchanting Garonnelle, 

Thy wild and mulberry-shaded dell. 

Round which the Alps of Piedmont rose. 

The blush of sunset on their snows : 

While, blithe as lark on summer-morn, 

"WTien green and yellow waves the com, 

^Vhen harebells blow in every grove. 

And thrushes sing ^^I love! I love!" 

Within (so soon the early rain 

Scatters, and 'tis fair again; 150 

Though many a drop may yet be seen 

To tell us where a cloud has been) 

Within lay Frederic, o'er and o'er 

Building castles on the floor. 

And feigning, as they grew in size, 

New troubles and new dangers; 



JACQUELINE. lU 

With dimpled cheeks and laugliing eyes. 
As he and Fear were strangers. 

St. Pierre sate by, nor saw nor smiled. 
His eyes were on his lov'd Montaigne 3 iGO 

But every leaf was turned in vain. 
Then in that hour remorse he felt. 
And his heart told him he had dealt 
Unkindly with his child. 
A father may awhile refuse 3 
But who can for another chuse? 
When her young blushes had revealed 
The secret from herself concealed. 
Why promise what her tears denied. 
That she should be De Courcy's bride? J70 

— ^Wouldst thou, presumptuous as thou art. 
O'er Nature play the tyrant's part. 



4ia JACQUEHNE. 

And wkh the hand compel the heart ? "5???^ J 

Oh rather, rather hope to bihd r^A 

The ocean-wave^ the mountain-wind ; - 

Or fix thy foot upon the ground -' 

To stop the planet rolling round. 

■ ■••' ■ . ^^'6'' 

The light was on his face ; and there * 

You might have seen the passions driv'n — 
Resentment^ Pity, Hope^ Despair — ISO 

Like clouds across the face of Heav'n. 
Now he sighed heavily 5 and now. 
His hand withdrawing from his brow, 
He shut the volume with a frown. 
To walk his troubled spirit down : ■- ^ ' 

— ^When Manchon, that had snuffed the ground; ^< 
And sought and sought, but never found, 



JACQUELINE. 113 

Leapt up and to the casement flew. 

And looked and barked and vanished thro'. 

'' 'Tis Jacqueline! *tis Jacqueline!" I90 

Her little brother laughing cried. 

*^ I know her by her kirtle green, 

'• She comes along the mountain-side > 

*' Now turning by the traveller's seat, — 

'* Now resting in the hermit's cave, — 

'^ Now kneeling, where the pathways meet, 

'' To the cross on the stranger's grave. 

*' And, by the soldier's cloak, I know 

*' (There, there along the ridge they go) 

*' D'Arcy, the gentle and the brave! 200 

*^ Look up— why will you not?" he cries. 

His rosy hands before hie eyes; 



114 JACQUELINE. 

For on that incense-breathing eve 

The sun shone out, as loth to leave. 

'^ See — ^to the rugged rock she clings! 

*' She calls, she faints, and D'Arcy springs j 

'' D'Arcy so dear to us, to all; 

*' Who, for you told me on your knee, 

'^ When in the fight he saw you fall, 

'' Saved you for Jacqueline and me!" 2l() 

And true it was! The mournful night 
That on the village-green they parted. 
The lilied banners streaming bright 
O'er maids and mothers broken-hearted ; 
The drum — it drowned the last adieu. 
When D'Arcy from the crowd she drew. 
'' One charge I have, and one alone, 
*' Nor that refuse to take. 



JACQUELINE. 115 

^* My father — if not for his own, 

'* Oh for his daughter's sake!" 

Inly he vowed — 'twas all he could ; 220 

And went and sealed it with his blood. 

Nor can ye wonder. When a child. 
And in her playfulness she smiled. 
Up many a ladder-path^ he guided 
Where meteor-like the chamois glided. 
Thro* many a misty grove. 
They loved — but under Friendship's name -, 
And Reason, Virtue fanned the flame. 
Till in their houses Discord came. 
And 'twas a crime to love. 230 

* Called in tlje language of the country Pas-de-l'Echelle. 



H6 JACQUELINE. 

Then what, alas^ was Jacqueline to do? ^^ 

Her father's angry hours she knew, * 

And when to soothe, and when persuade 5 

But now her path De Courcy crossed. 

Led by his falcon thro* the glade — 

He turned, beheld, admired the maid ; 

And all her little arts were lost! 

De Courcy, lord of Argentiere ! 

Thy poverty, thy pride, St. Pierre, 

Thy thirst for vengeance sought the snare. 240 

The day was named, the guests invited 3 

The bride-groom, at the gate, alighted; 

When up the windings of the dell 

A pastoral pipe was heard to swell. 

And lo, an humble Piedmontese, 

Whose music might a lady please. 



JACQUEUNE. 117 

This message thro' the lattice bore, 

(She listened, and her trembling frame 

Told her at once from whom it came) 

" Oh let us fly— to part no more!" 250 



PART III. 



JACQUELINE. J21 



ra. 

That morn ('twas in Ste. Julienne's cell^ 

As at Ste. Julienne's sacred well 

Their dream of bliss began) 

That morn, ^re many a star was set. 

Their hands had on the altar met 

Before the holy man. 

— ^And now the village gleams at last 3 

The woods, the golden meadows passed. 

Where, when, Toulouse, thy splendour shone, 



V12 . JACQUELINE. 

The Troubadour would journey on 250 

Transported— or, from grove to grove. 

Framing some roundelay of love. 

Wander till the day wag gone. 

*^ All will be well, my Jacqueline \ 

*' Oh tremble not — ^but trust in me. 

*^ The Good are better made by lU, 

'* As odours crushed are sweeter stiU^ 

'' And gloomy as thy past has been, 

" Bright shall thy future be !" 

So saying, thro' the fragrant shade, 270 

Gently along he led the maid, .,„, i.* .1 . 

While Manchon round and round her played : 

And, as that silent glen they leave. 

Where by the spring the pitchers stand. 

Where glow-worms light their lamps at eve. 



JACQUELINE. 123 

vVnd fairies dance — in fairy-land. 

From every cot above, below. 

They gather as they go — 

Sabot, and coif, and coUerette, 

The house- wife's prayer, the grandam's blessing 3 

Girls that adjust their locks of jet, 281 

And look and look and linger yet. 

The lovely bride caressing 3 

Babes that had learnt to lisp her name. 

And heroes he had led to fame. 

But what felt D'Arcy, when at length 
Her father's gate was open flung? 
Ah, then he found a giant's strength 5 
For round him, as for life, she clung ! 
And when, her fit of weeping o'er, 29O 



124 JACQUELINE 



Onward they moved a little space, -■ mli 



# 



And saw an old man sitting at the door, • 

Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye 
That seem*d to gaze on vacancy, 
- Then, at the sight of that beloved face. 
At once to fall upon his neck she flew; 
But — not encouraged — back she drew. 
And trembling stood in dread suspense. 

Her tears her only eloquence ! 

All, all — ^the while — an awful distance keeping; 

Save D'Arcy, who nor speaks nor stirs; 301 

And one, his little hand in hers. 

Who weeps to see his sister weeping. 

Then Jacqueline the silence broke. 
She clasped her father's knees and spoke. 



JACQUEUNE. 125 

Her brother kneeling too 5 

While D'Arcy as before looked on, 

Tho* from his manly cheek was gone 

Its natural hue. 

^' His praises from your lips I heard, 31# 

'* Till my fond heart was won; 

*' And, if in aught his Sire has erred, 

** Oh turn not from the Son! — 

**^ She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed 5 

** Who climbed and called you father first, 

*^ By that dear name conjures — 

" On her you thought — but to be kind! 

*^ When looked she up, but you inclined^ 

^* These things, for ever in her mind, 

*^ Oh are they gone from yours ? 320 

•* Two kneeling at your feet behold; 



126 JACQUELINE. 

•* One — one how young 3 — nor yet the other old. 

" Oh spurn them not — nor look so cold — 

" If Jacqueline be cast away, 

^* Her bridal be her dying day. 

**^ Well, well might she believe in you! — 

** She listened, and she found it true." 

He shook his aged locks of snow 5 
And thrice he turned, and rose to go. 
She hung 5 and was St. Pierre to blame, 330 

If tears and smiles together came ? 
'' Oh no — ^begone ! I'll hear no more !" 
But, as he spoke, his voice relented. 
** That very look thy mother wore 
** Wlien she implored, and old Le Roc consented. 
'^ True, I have done — ^have done and suffered wrong ; 
*' Yet once I loved him as my own. 



Ct 



JACQUELINE, 12f 

(* — ^Nor canst thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long; 

*• For she herself shall plead, and I atone. 

** Henceforth/' he paused awhile, unmannM; 340 

For D'Arcy's tears bedewed his hand -, 

*^ Let each meet each as friend to friend, 

*^* All things by all forgot, forgiv'n. 

" And that dear Saint — may she once more descend 

** To make our home a heav'n! — 

** But now, in my hands, yours with hers unite. 

** A father's blessing on your heads alight! 

** — ^Nor let the least be sent away. 

** All hearts shall sing * Adieu to Sorrow!* 

** St. Pierre has found his child to-day; 350 

** And old and young shall dance to-morrow." 



128 JACQUELINE. 



Had Louis * then before the gate dismounted. 

Lost in the chase at set of sun ; 

Like Henry, when he heard recounted f 

The generous deeds himself had done, 

(That night the miller's maid Colette 

Sung, while he supped, her chansonnette) 

Then — when St. Pierre address'd his village-train. 

Then had the monarch with a sigh confessed 

A joy by him unsought and unpossessed, 360 

— ^Without it what are all the rest? — 

To love, and to be loved again. 

* Louis the Fourteenth. 

f Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth 
of France J similar to ours of ** The King and Miller of 
Mansfield." 

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